Árdís - 01.01.1954, Side 24

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ÁRDÍS
I have written a number of verses for children but these have
not yet been published. My love of children has led me to hope
that I shall realize a dream of long standing which is to write and
illustrate stories for children.
Helen M. Lloyd
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A Humming-Bird
Wrought from wild nectar and dew,
A plaything of sun and of shade,
He flickers from green into blue,
From gold into fire—
He hovers and hums unafraid
Where blossom is rife,
A miracle, misty with motion,
A jewel awakened to life.
Skyward he darts, and away
He is borne like drifting down,
Or a fragment of rainbow gleaming,
Over the meadow’s gay
And lacy-kirtled gown.
He has flown with his golden dust
Bestrewn by an elfin hand.
And we are left here dreaming
Of a glimpse of Fairyland.
Helen Swinburne